More to a vestibule for the dying
More to the communion
More of obsession’s admiration
More to those who fly
More to those who do not ponder why
…
Over and above…I keep the gods lowercase
Over and above, the stone dead and gone
…
Less of a willingness to comply
Less of puppy’s in the window
Less photographic harmony
Less bouncing joy on bended knee
…
“Let me go” I say, more or less
There is a quiet place, more or less
Oh, sporadic the occasions of an unwanted guest
I put anger in my pocket way down deep…
where as I lion, I hope, it will wane and sleep.
Atop of my head and nuzzled down tight with a knit cap. annoyance is no longer a friend.
I try to hide it behind the saltines and the mean drive by’s in the mind…
Anger’s persistence is not kind.
Into the woods, a daily walk.
Yet, a clandestine obscurity invades what I have not.
I have not the restfulness that wills itself to my soul.
Everywhere, everywhere, barren holes.
I will get to the end of my reach…one of these minutes.
Indignation will put the well-traveled deep…until weathered with forgiveness.
If this, single entity, called forgiveness…
were a book.
It would be open…
amassed with complex, simple and congeal words.
Each letter…sharp as, the finest blade.
Still…the voyage of…forgetting…would not be saved.
I could, we could, the winds could…embody the same chapter…
The same verse…over and over.
Understanding would stand alone…misspelled.
Ill behaved.
Oh, how I have hoped…to pen the story of a world…
‘giving back all that it took.’
Chapters filled with mended hearts.
A romantic plot where love builds a home.
And, pain is driven be car…
far, far, away.
But vision is lost…current day…in the burning building of thought.
Leaving a closed book…
With hope being accosted.
A victim of high cost.
Shallow is the heartbeat that rages a distended river.
Darkened and hearkened, by space and time.
A silence to the mossy flow.
And, weathered innocence the only true forgiver.
Amidst the cool watery breath.
Laps of a sauntering solitude…
Await a crested wake.
Pockets of hushed calm within the raging river.
Weathered innocence the only true forgiver.
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